Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.